But I don’t want to be Dumbledore!

Have you ever taken a personality test or those “Which character in a TV show are you?” tests that so often pop up on Facebook...

and been incredibly disappointed at the results?

Last week a friend of mine asked me to do the “find your personal archetype” test in a program she was a part of and the result I got was the same as what I’ve always gotten in other tests.

The Sage.

And I had to laugh, because just for a moment, I felt an old flutter of annoyance and I wanted to throw it out and go

“NOPE I don't want to be that one!”

I wonder how many of us do that? Get given a glimpse of who we are and immediately reject it because it's not the one we think is best.

Like when I did the Harry Potter quiz and was picked as Dumbledore! Talk about disappointment!

Or with the “which Greek goddess are you?”

Being sad that I wasn't Aphrodite.

Every time I've done any of the archetype style quizzes, I wanted some kind of reassurance that I could be the character that was Visible, Sexy, and Desired.

I wanted to be the over the top glamorous, attractive and desired character in order to be what a lifetime of cultural conditioning has said I should be. Everything I thought would make me feel special and valued.

What I didn't realize though is that every time I was disappointed, every time I rejected the version of me I saw reflected in those tests, I was dismissing and destroying parts of myself.

Which means that I was so busy trying to be the glamazon version of who I thought I should be, that I never got to see the power and beauty inherent in who I actually am.

I never acknowledged parts of myself that have proven to be the MOST important and empowered aspects of who I am. (That also happen to be rather glamorous oddly enough!)

I sat in my garden this weekend, sipping tea and looking at a friend's Instagram. She was sharing her recent photo shoot pictures, which are SO the vibe that I tried to cultivate for myself in the past. Something that in the past would have set off a chain reaction of self loathing for days on end.

She looked phenomenal. She was in her element. In her power, and it was glorious to see.

It made me think of my favorite little black dress and my matching Hermes Kelly bag tucked up in my wardrobe.

They represent a part of me that I love and am grateful for, but it's also not the deepest or truest part of me.

and instead of comparing myself to my friend and judging myself as not good enough…

I let my bare feet sink deeper into the grass in the same way that I let myself sink deeper into who I am and smiled at my own self being gloriously inside my own strength and power.

Which is what happens when we stop rejecting ourselves and truly embrace who we are.

So, what part of your inner power have you been dismissing?

Love

Tarryne

P.S. This week I'm going to sharing more about my new group and opening up membership access! Keep an eye out for those emails...